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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TRISTESSE, by WILLIAM A. DRAKE First Line: Bacca, thy beauty all was vain Last Line: By that young fawn whose form it knew. | |||
Bacca, thy beauty all was vain, vain as the lyre that Timon drew, vain as the azure's changing blue, vain to this drought of last year's rain: because the grass of the mountain glade so soon forgot the imprint made by that young fawn whose form it knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT ON THE NEW FORCES OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT by JOHN MILTON ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE SIT DOWN SAD SOUL by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER PROMISES LIKE A PIE-CRUST by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NOW PRECEDENT SONGS, FAREWELL by WALT WHITMAN CURIOUSLY EVANESCENT by EVA K. ANGLESBURG A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |
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